Hex

Chapter 5

I finally sat up straight, after hours of bent over scribbling in my song notebook, an excited smile gracing my face. I jumped to my feet and raced through the hall to the first room on my left, Bishop's room. Without knocking, I barged right in and leaped on to his sleeping form.

"Ouch," he yelped, after I crash landed on his abdomen. "Vienna?" His voice was clouded with sleep.

"I wrote a new song!" I said.

"It's 2 in the morning."

"It's 2 in the morning, and I wrote a new song."

"Classes start tomorrow."

"It's 2 in the morning, classes start tomorrow, and I wrote a new song. Good, glad we covered the basics." I crawled off of him and shoved my notebook in his face. "Read, bitch!"

He sighed. "You're not going to leave until I do, right?"

"You are correct."

He sighed again, before sitting up and switching on the lamp beside him. His shirtless form was suddenly illuminated, and I would have thought about regretting barging in, if it were not for my overpowering excitement.

"I'm a prisoner of this room, he's the innkeeper, and I'm doomed," Bishop read aloud, his eyes skimming the rest of the song. "This is good, Vienna, real good."

"Thanks!"

"Can I go back to sleep now?"

"No! Now we need to write the music for it, dummy. Come on, to the piano!"

I grabbed his hand and pulled his dead weight out of bed, dragging him all the way to the piano. I ignored his moans and groans, and we plopped down onto the piano bench.

We sat and figured it out for hours. It was only when the sun was rising that we had something we both liked.

We belted out the lyrics, as I looked out of the window at the city skyline. The orange light shined through the skyscrapers, as the city started to wake up. I watched an elderly woman walk a chihuahua down the street below us, as we reached the chorus. We locked eyes as we sang, our voices coalescing perfectly.

As the song ended and the piano faded, I turned to see Finn standing in the kitchen. He had only boxers on and stood there, scratching the back of his neck and yawning, his hair a rumpled mess.

"Do you like it?" Bishop asked, as he finished playing the end of the song.

"You wrote it?" He asked me, pouring himself a glass of water.

"Yeah, last night." It was kind of obvious that it was about him, and I wondered if he would ask about it. "Um, what do you think?"

"It's loud. Don't fucking wake me up again." He stumbled off back in the direction of his room.

Bishop played a discordant chord and gave me a funny look, before we both broke into laughter.

He bumped his shoulder into mine, and I looked back outside. My view was now filled with pinkish-red hues.

I looked back at Bishop. He was already looking at me. His brown eyes flickered from mine to my lips, before he started to lean in. His eyelids fluttered shut.

"I got a job!" I blurted out all of a sudden, his lips mere inches from mine.

He leapt back, as if I had burned him. He stood up and blew air out of his mouth, pacing in a slow circle. "That's, uh, that's really good. Um, where?"